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By: Sofssmutty

M4F

Tw include - Smut (obvs)

Wear the hat, ride the owner.

You walked into a crowded bar, some people playing pool in the corner, people making out, on dates, everything you would usually find in a bar.

Except for one.

A man, about 6'3, dark hair with a patch of pure white in the front, eyes like sea foam, broad shoulders, some stubble...and on his head, a black cowboy hat. He sat alone, drinking some kind of whiskey, you assumed. He was wearing some dark jeans and a black T-shirt that showed off his toned body with a blue flannel.

Gods, you just saw him and you could already feel his stubble between your legs, scratching deliciously at your inner thighs.

You wanted to shoot your shot, but you knew he probably had his eyes on another girl. Maybe the one behind the bar, she looked like his type. Maybe one of the girls dancing by herself, too drunk to care...

You took a seat a few down from him, hesitantly ordering your regular drink, and taking a small sip.

Glancing at him, you could almost make out the outline of the bulge in his pants. You could feel your cheeks growing hot. Of course, because of your 'amazing' luck, he noticed you staring. He chuckled and spoke in a low tone

"You might wanna get that staring problem under control before someone calls you put on it, sweetheart."

The raspiness in his voice made your panties all the more slick, and you could feel it. You could feel the way your body craved his, the way your pussy aches in need just for him.

But, you just blushed and turned your gaze to something else, some guy checking you out from across the bar. You knew he was a creep. You could tell from the way he eyed you up, the way he looked at you like you were just a piece of ass for him to enjoy.

The man beside you noticed it, too. You swore you heard him mutter something under his breath. Something that sounded suspiciously like 'fucking creep...' and he suddenly spoke to you

"You want me to take care of this for you, sweetheart? You don't exactly seem like the type of girl who enjoys confrontation."

You started to shake your head, but thought about it... Maybe he would pull you closer, a hand around your waist, or around your shoulders...

You nodded and waited for him to do something. He just smirked and got up, standing behind you and leaning in close

"Watch me make him beg for forgiveness for even looking at you."

You almost came undone right there.

Gods, he was too fucking hot to even exist. The gods definitely had favorites, and you were not one of them. Why else would they tease you with a man who looks like he was hotter then the sun itself, and who probably had his eyes on a girl hotter then you?

But, you nodded and bit down hard on the inside of your cheek as the man stalked over to the creep and told him something that made guys face go white. You had never seen someone walk out of a bar so fast.

The man stalked back over, smug as hell.

"Thank you, uhm..."

You realized you didn't know his name. He sat down beside you.

"Percy Jackson. And you are...?"

You quickly told him your name

"Y/N Y/L/N! Also, have we met before? Because, I swear your name sounds familiar-"

"No, we haven't. Trust me, I would've remembered if I met you."

You blush at the implications, and nod, suddenly finding your lap very interesting. He laughed.

As

You both hit it off that night, talking and losing track of time, you looked at his hat and stupidly asked

"What's with the hat? Is it a fashion statement? If so, let me wear it-"

He looked surprised at your bold words. He went to speak, but before he could, you snatched it and put it on, grinning

"Look, I'm just like you. All dark and moody and hot."

You realized your mistake as his gaze darkened. You thought he was offended, but you looked into his eyes and saw his gaze was...hungry? What the hell?

"Sweetheart, do you know of the hat rule with these types of hats?"

You shook your head. Should you have? Your eyes widened when he told you

"You wear the hat, you ride the owner."

You wanted to, but you tried to take it off and put it back on his head instead. He tutted and placed it on you. He was grinning and said

"Too late, you already wore it."

The

two of you ended up getting back to his truck before he kissed you, your knees almost went weak.

You grabbed his face, holding it between your hands before pulling back and pressing your forehead against his. He opened up the passenger door of his truck and helped you in before slamming it closed and getting into the driver's side.

He drove for about 5 minutes before pulling into the driveway of a ranch house. You got out and started to walk towards the house, Percy in tow.

When you made it to his room, both your shirts were already off, you bra was the only thing keeping you from being bare-chested like him. He reached behind you and unclipped your bra, letting it fall to the floor, before starting on your pants.

When he got you out of your pants and underwear, you undid his belt and tried to start on his jeans, but he just pushed you on the bed and said

"Let me, baby, you just make your pretty self comfortable."

You dumbly nodded and stared up at him. When his cock came into view, your jaw dropped. He was easily 10 inches, and his girth was about 4. You could barely wrap your hand around it!

He chuckled at your shocked expression and climbs onto the bed. He lifts your thighs over his shoulders and gave you a kitten lick.

You gave a small gasp, shuttering in delight. You reached up and gave your nipples a slight tweak, letting your eyes flutter closed.

He parted your lips and pressed his tongue flat against your pussy, making you moan softly.

He started eating you out like a prisoner who hasn't eaten in weeks.

He was obsessed with your taste, it was sweet, but tangy. Just all around perfect.

As he pushed his tongue into you, he groaned into your folds. You moan loudly and reach down, tugging softly at his hair

"Percy!"

You gasp out his name, eyes still closed, legs trembling. He fucked you gently on his tongue at first, but got rougher as you rolled your hips against his face

"Fuck, yes! Yes, give it to me! Gods, its so good!-"

You yell out as he hits a particularly sensitive spot, making you buck against his face. He hums into your pussy.

You felt that hot coil tighten in your stomach. You opened your eyes and looked down at him, stuttering out

"Per- Percy, I'm gonna-"

He only pushed harder, determined to make you fall apart on his tongue.

You came hard on his face, yelling his name and whimpering. Panting after your release, you let go of his hair, letting him come up for air.

He kisses you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. He nudged himself at your entrance, silently asking you for permission. You pulled back and said,

"It's okay, go ahead..."

He nodded and gently pushed into you.

You dug your nails into his shoulders, sucking in a deep breath, tensing up, but he rubbed your sides and whispered in your ear

"Just relax, pretty girl, I'll go slow for now."